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45 lines
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My life is a weathered down shipwreck
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Splitting at the seams, held together by memories and dreams
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Every face I have seen, a stitch on my mind
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On a shadow of a dream, of a dream.
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And my heart is its cargo, a worn out old thing
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Been dragged around this rock more times than you'd believe
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To the east I call home
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But the west, she is calling
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From the north, to the south.
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Forever I'm drifting away
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With more hope than fear
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Put your head to my chest and you will hear...
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The sound of it beating
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Is the sound of love leaving
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The sound of it beating
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Is the sound of the emptiness flooding in.
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Flooding in...
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Flooding in...
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It's the sound of the emptiness flooding in.
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My life, it aches
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My heart, it breaks
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And I can't shake the feeling all I am is sinking.
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Where one thousand eyes stare back at me
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But the ones that I'd die for are the ones who can't see.
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One thousand eyes staring back at me
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But the ones that I'd die for are the ones who can't see.
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Flooding in...
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Flooding in...
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Flooding in...
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It's the sound of the emptiness.
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___________
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Name Atlas
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Artist Parkway Drive
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Album Atlas
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